God will our strength and re­fuge prove,
In all dis­tress a pre­sent aid,
And, though the trem­bling earth re­move,
We will not fear nor be dis­mayed.

Our trust in God shall still abide
Though hills be shak­en from their seat,
And though the ocean’s swell­ing tide
Against the trem­bling mount­ains beat.

A ri­ver flows, whose liv­ing streams
Make glad the ci­ty of our God,
The ho­ly place where glo­ry beams,
Where God Most High has His abode.

God has in her His dwell­ing made,
And she shall ne­ver­more be moved;
Her God shall ear­ly give her aid,
Her con­stant help­er He has proved.

The kings and na­tions raged in pride;
He spake, the earth did melt away;
The Lord of Hosts is on our side,
Our fa­thers’ God, our strength and stay.

Come, see the works of God dis­played,
The won­ders of His migh­ty hand,
What de­so­lations He has made,
What ru­in spread through all the land.

Through all the peo­pled earth He makes
The dread­ful scourge of war to cease,
The im­ple­ments of bat­tle breaks,
And makes the na­tions dwell in peace.

Be still, ye na­tions, bow in fear,
And know that I alone am God;
To us the Lord of hosts is near,
Our fa­thers’ God is our abode.